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Agnes and Ecstasy
June 2007
Real Estate Update: In my June 2006 Chronicle, I asked 'Breathes there an independent journo who can get on their bike and come here without fear or favour to review objectively this tranquil Agnes Water 1770 haven?'
It seems my wish has finally been granted, at least with regard to an objective view about the festooning resorts in Agnes Water 1770. This weekend, The Prince writes in the Australian Financial Review about our little village at the end of the road and with a clarity that hasn't been bought by any developer's advertising dollar. His take on the multi-million dollar sand dune views just has to be read
Mind you, if all those 'major league hitters' actually come here rather than just investing in more empty apartments, it should do great things for my Eating Out Guide
I do hear The Agnes Water Tavern is finally under new management so they should be relinquishing their title as the Bad Food Idea winners shortly. And The Deck at 1770 has this week reopened so if they live up to the reputation of the previous management and chef, Agnes Water 1770 will again have a fully four star restaurent to offer sustenance to these high flyers who wander off the beaten track, away from retail therapy and a traffic light ..
Seasoning Agnes: Finally winter has arrived. Temperature dropping below 25C sometimes during the day and nighttime brings longing looks by our eldest dog towards her woolie jacket drawer. They even share one of their five beds some mornings - although Peppie (the aging blonde) treats with great disdain the masses 
of toys young Coco insists on surrounding herself with.
Rains finally came in June; the dams are filling and the tank overflowed (30,000 gallon tank I might add so big smiles here). But the most exciting part about the rains was our new rain gauge. I finally understood why Alfred Hitchcock had to forbid his wife making souffle. Apparently he couldn't stand the suspense of whether it would rise and he would sit with nose almost against the over door watching... I became that way with the rain gauge - gleefully reporting to Tom the 'catch' each hour. He did not share my fascination, most odd. I think he would have been the Gauss to my Humboldt with regard to measuring the natural world.
The roses have been pruned, or possibly massacred as the sense of power overcame me as I wielded the pruning saw - only time will tell. The local market gardener is back in full swing with his delicious produce at a fraction the price in either of our two stores. Yes, it is a lovely time of the year here. The snakes have retreated to where ever they make their retreat and the Southerners have started arriving in ever greater numbers and ever larger caravans.
Emailing Me: I love to get emails from visitors to this site, so please be sure to put something relevant in the subject line else my self-opinionated email program sends blank subject emails directly to the sin bin.
Oh - and I know I shouldn't make you too jealous but... we have magnificent sun rises as I shown you, so here is last night's sunset.
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